All characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Life At Home
It was only a short while later that Trish arrived home with Teri. Tracy and I were still out by the pool although I had put supper in the oven and it was cooking already.
Teri asked her mom if they could join us for a swim and Trish replied that a swim and a soak in the hot tub was what she wanted. They went back inside to undress and appeared moments later in their naked glory, ready to relax for the evening. As we swam together Teri talked about cheerleading practice and how much she enjoyed the activity. She stated that she was sure she could make the team, like her older sister. Tracy reminded her that the competition was tough, but supported and encouraged her to keep working hard.
Trish told us that her busy day had kept her on her feet all day long and she was feeling tired and sore. We moved to the hot tub and I massaged her feet while we soaked and enjoyed the power of the aqua jets. Tracy mentioned to her mother that I had had a friend come to call today after golf and that we had surprised her while she was sunning on the pool deck. It was Tracy's way of letting the truth be known and also making it clear that although she hadn't minded putting on her little show, that it hadn't been initiated by her and that we had indeed caught her by surprise.
Trish laughed it off, but I pointed out that although this day it turned out OK, it might have been embarrassing if someone else had come home with me. Not all of my friends would react the way Ralph did. I told the girls that we really need to figure out how to let each other know if we should be dressed around the house and when, and that we should discuss what would be appropriate to wear under different circumstances.
'After all,' I said, 'what would happen if Teri brought one of her friends here and I walked out with nothing on?'
The thought of me exposing myself to an innocent young teen age girl was even a little scary. I wouldn't want to get a call from an angry mom.
Teri giggled and said 'What's the big deal?' Her own innocence betrayed her. She knew that most families were different from ours and that nudity was discouraged and even offensive for some.
As we exited the hot tub and set dinner out on the table our conversation became more focused and took on a more serious tone. We all agreed that even though we enjoyed being naked around the house, we did need to show respect for our potential guests. We also agreed that we really didn't want to have to keep all of our clothes on when we came home everyday.
We decided to try to implement a warning system based on simple communication. We would all try to let the others know anytime that we expected to have a guest and who that guest might be. It seemed like an easy enough thing to do. It might even improve our lives by helping us each to think about the day ahead and plan for ourselves and let each other know what we had in mind.
We also talked about what we should be wearing and how much we needed to cover up.
I began this part of the discussion by asking the question, 'How much should I wear for your friends? I guess my bikini underwear isn't enough, but how about boxer shorts? And should I wear a shirt?'
Teri said that some of her friends' fathers worked around the house without a shirt on and that often times they just wore shorts.
Tracy said 'I see my friend Tammi's dad all the time in just his swimsuit. It doesn't cover very much. And as for you Rob, I like it when you wear boxers. It lets me think about what's hanging around just inside that flap...'
Trish burst out laughing at her daughter's comment, and agreed that for me, boxers were certainly enough to show respect for their friends while still maintaining the casual comfort that we all enjoy at home. She even suggested that maybe we should go shopping and pick out a few new pair for me to put in my drawer.
We all felt that was a good idea. Then we began to discuss what they should all consider appropriate for themselves. Tracy said that Tammi was always running around her house in her thong bikini and that she looked hot, but if it was OK to wear that to the beach or the pool, why not at home too?
Trish asked Teri and Tracy how many swimsuits they each had.
'I have two but they're getting old.' Tracy replied.
'I have three, but two of them are really old! They used to be Tracy's!' Teri sneered.
We all laughed.
'Come to think of it, mine are getting old too.' Trish said. 'But I do like that new one that I got from Wicked Weasel.'
I realized that I had never even seen Trish in a swimsuit. We spend all of our time swimming in the nude.
'What's that one that you're talking about dear?' I asked.
'Oh, I guess you've never seen it. Should I model it for you?'
We all clapped our hands and said yes. So while Tracy and Teri and I cleaned up the dinner dishes, Trish went into the bedroom to put on her bikini.
We were all settling down in the game room when Trish came back. Teri was stretched out on the sofa. Tracy had plopped herself down in my lap. She was fondling my dick and telling me, 'I like it when you keep it shaved clean like this. It feels good to touch. So nice and smooth...'
Trish strolled in and did a few turns for us. She was wearing high heels and the sexiest thong bikini I had ever seen! It was royal blue and consisted of just three small triangles of sheer fabric held together by matching string. The two triangles on the top were just large enough to cover her small nipples and yet they were clearly visible through the sheer nylon. I could only imagine how much more transparent it would be if she got it wet. And the bottom was the same. A tiny piece of nylon, clinging to her vaginal lips held tightly in place by the three pieces of string. The one that went up her butt disappeared completely until it reappeared at the top of her crack and connected to the waist string.
Tracy still had her hand on my cock and we both felt it growing in her fist. She pulled on it gently and said, 'Oh mom! I think Rob likes it! At least part of him does!'
Trish looked at her daughter's hand holding my stiffening manhood and stepped closer to us.
'I see you're right.' She said. 'And how do you like it?'
'Wow, mom! It's really hot! Can I have one like that too?'
